Dear John

You have no idea how much the last few days have meant to me,” I began. “Meeting you has been the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” I hesitated, know that if I stopped now, I’d never be able to say it to anyone. “I love you,” I whispered. “Did you ever imagine something like this?” she wondered aloud. “You and me , I mean?” “No,” I said. “It scares me a little.” My stomach flipped, and all at once, I was sure she didnt feel the same way. “You dont have to say it back to me,” I began. “That’s not why I said it–” “I know,” she interrupted. “You don’t understand. I wasnt scared because you told me. I got scared because I wanted to say it, too: I love you, John.

Believe me, I’m no romantic, and while I’ve heard all about love at first sight, I’ve never believed in it, and I still don’t. But even so, there was something there, something recognizably real, and I couldn’t look away.